He swung himself up into one of the branches of the temple’s banyan-tree, surprised that he was still quite agile. He made his way to where a bough branched off the tree making a cup-shaped hollow; the refuge where he would escape to after he had successfully raided the mango grove. From the folds of his dhoti he extracted a mango, purloined from the high-priests, and bit into it greedily, thrilled as the juice flowed down his chin.
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Refreshingly different topic and I like its regional historical flavor. The names seem straight out of some epic story book (although I admit its probably Amar Chitra Katha versions of them that I've read).
Aparna
